See you later, Ed!

One of my superfriends, Ed, finally left for Singapore this morning. There was even a surprise post-party arranged for him at his house, by the gang. Too bad I wasn't able to go. My mom went to France for a conference, so I was left looking after my sick dad.

Che also texted this morning that Ed's still in the airport, and if ever we want to call him. I didn't.

It's better this way, at least for me. I hate goodbyes. I had these moments when I was younger. I had a very special friend back then who had to go far away to another country. It was hard for me saying goodbye, but always I knew it was much harder for her for leaving us.

She was crying that day in the airport where we bid her goodbye. I never got to see her again. Eventually I learned that she's terminally sick. She passed away a while later.

Because of this, the last memories I had of her was when she was crying. It took me more than a year to recover emotionally. It even made me sick and leave my freshman year in college. It actually made me feel that a part of me had died.

So I wonder. Did I make it harder for her to leave because I was there? Or did I make it harder for myself for being there, and for the eventual revelation about her illness, and eventually her passing?


So there, I'm not too fond of goodbyes.


I'm not saying I won't see my pareng Edward again! Haha! Of course I will. It's just that, you know... those kind of events in life that scars you, and it eventually attaches to you. Kinda like a phobia, but not quite. Kinda confusing, noh? ;p

Anywho, I know Edward is happy. This is a big opportunity for him, and I wish him all the best. If ever my plans pushes through, I'll be seeing him in Singapore this summer! ;p

So yeah, it's kinda clear to me now:

This ain't goodbye, it's just "see you later". :)